The Tragic Script could temporarily seal someone away, trapping them through the power of rules.
When Ke Meng had designed the rules for trapping people, he had not given it much thought. He had simply used Mrs. Chen's experiences doing practice questions in her youth as a reference and created a sea-of-questions rule: finish every question to escape the script, or wait twenty-four hours inside for it to end automatically.
"That scene was real?"
Ke Meng realized that what had happened fifteen years ago was not merely Mrs. Chen's imagination. It might have actually happened.
The Tragic Script had a side effect: events within the script could happen in reality.
"If the events in the script happened somewhere in the world, and they happened fifteen years ago..."
Ke Meng could not help thinking of a time paradox.
"That's too absurd." Ke Meng shook his head, refusing to believe a time paradox existed.
After some thought, Ke Meng took Zhai Yuquan out again.
He still did not know the man's name, but his mental state was truly terrible. His crazed emotions surged like a vast ocean, only one step away from casting reason aside completely.
"Calm down. Stay calm." Sitting inside the wine jar, Ke Meng took Zhai Yuquan out and hastily tried to soothe him.
Beside him, Tangyuan and Shirley both looked tense. This fellow's emotions were outrageous, like a bomb about to explode.
White Sugar had just come out for some fresh air when an Evil God appeared on the verge of self-detonation, about to reveal his true form. The sight frightened White Sugar into passing out on the spot, eyes rolling back and legs stiffening before toppling rigidly to the ground, scattering a pile of sand.
The Sand-Salt Worms between White Sugar's feathers also trembled, not even daring